[The truth is, part of Onni is very anxious about the prospect of bonding - as much as he's aware it's a necessity, something that will need to be done, something unavoidable, and as much as he's aware that he absolutely would prefer to do it with Reynir than anyone else in this place, it isn't really something he looks forward to. So maybe some of that lack of having time to talk about it has been, at least subconsciously, on purpose.
After all, just like Reynir is thinking, they're not anywhere near the time where it will be really imperative. There's no danger yet. But still, Reynir looks anxious, twisting his braid in his hands while he talks about the reasons he doesn't want to be a sheep-related faun. That he's tied to this life that people assumed he wanted, in safety, tucked away on a farm in Iceland. For a moment, Onni feels a little prickle of irritation at that. If his family had lived safely on a farm in Iceland, he never would have wanted to leave, and maybe Tuuri would have had enough to do, going to the city and able to freely explore all the safe, uninfected surroundings, that she wouldn't have wanted to go out into the Silent World.
But he hadn't had that life. Reynir had. And being irritated about it won't change anything. Won't change the fact that Tuuri is gone, and his parents are gone. So he's quiet for a moment, just releasing that irritation, and then he exhales slowly.]
It's true, that horns and ears and hooves are better than tentacles or whatever. Besides, at least with the sheep you know their temperament, their likes and dislikes and all that. You understand them. I wouldn't know what to do with a sheep.
[A shrug, and he frowns a little, looking away.]
Fire? I'm sure we can figure something out. Maybe we should both do some research on fauns to see what they're like?
[The prickle is still there, under his skin, but after a moment, he looks back up at Reynir.]
Don't think of it as a life you don't want that you're tied to. Think of it as your one connection to home. Even you don't want to lose track of everything from home, right?
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After all, just like Reynir is thinking, they're not anywhere near the time where it will be really imperative. There's no danger yet. But still, Reynir looks anxious, twisting his braid in his hands while he talks about the reasons he doesn't want to be a sheep-related faun. That he's tied to this life that people assumed he wanted, in safety, tucked away on a farm in Iceland. For a moment, Onni feels a little prickle of irritation at that. If his family had lived safely on a farm in Iceland, he never would have wanted to leave, and maybe Tuuri would have had enough to do, going to the city and able to freely explore all the safe, uninfected surroundings, that she wouldn't have wanted to go out into the Silent World.
But he hadn't had that life. Reynir had. And being irritated about it won't change anything. Won't change the fact that Tuuri is gone, and his parents are gone. So he's quiet for a moment, just releasing that irritation, and then he exhales slowly.]
It's true, that horns and ears and hooves are better than tentacles or whatever. Besides, at least with the sheep you know their temperament, their likes and dislikes and all that. You understand them. I wouldn't know what to do with a sheep.
[A shrug, and he frowns a little, looking away.]
Fire? I'm sure we can figure something out. Maybe we should both do some research on fauns to see what they're like?
[The prickle is still there, under his skin, but after a moment, he looks back up at Reynir.]
Don't think of it as a life you don't want that you're tied to. Think of it as your one connection to home. Even you don't want to lose track of everything from home, right?